I shan't forget it."
He surrendered the boy with evident reluctance. "I hear you are to have
a houseful of guests next week," he ventured to add. "Do they include
any first cousins of this little man?"
"Two--of his own age--and any number of older ones. I'll take you up to
the playroom some afternoon next week and show you the babies together,
if you're interested, and if Uncle Calvin will let me interrupt his work
for a few minutes."
"Thank you; I'll gladly come to the house for that special purpose, if
you'll let me know when. Judge Gray has decided not to try to work at
all next week; he's giving me a holiday I really don't want."
"Are you so interested in your labours with him?"
Their eyes met. There was something very sweet and womanly in Mrs.
Stephen's face and in the eyes which scanned his, or he would never have
dared to say what he said next.
"Not in the work itself," he confessed frankly, "though I don't find it
as hard as I did at first. But--the association with Judge Gray,
the--well, I suppose it's really having something definite to do with my
time. Above all, just being in this house, though I don't belong to it,
is getting to seem so interesting to me that I'm afraid I shall hardly
know what to do with myself all next week.
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